she was gone…

he used to spend all night lookin’ for her…would drive by the house to see if any lights were on… any signs of life…porchlight was always out…front room would be dark…not even a blue glow from a television set…just black…no car in the driveway…

drove up and down Dupont Road in search of signs…old bars they used to go to…diners where they had Sunday breakfast…the strip mall with the Salvation Army store in it…thrift shoppin’ on Saturday afternoons…he’d just drive and drive…hopin’ she’d show-up in some parkin’ lot by herself…unattached…would’ve broken his heart to see her havin’ a door opened for her the way he used to do it…men no-longer opened doors for women…they opened ’em on their own…

one night he thought he saw her…maybe it was a trace of her over on Blufton…denim jacket…white tee-shirt…big blonde hair…thought it was her…thought it was…she was by herself outside a Kroger’s store…lightin’ a cigarette…drinkin’ from a flask…he slowed down to take a closer look…her body waved in the cool night…she was holdin’ onto herself like she was cold…like she wanted to be held by him just one more time…just one more time…

he drove by again…looked closer out the rolled down passenger window…

she was gone…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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